Something is happening in my life right now that I waver between sharing and keeping to myself. And I say I waver only because I’m a firm believer in “the other blog.”
“What,” you ask, “is this ‘other blog’ of which you speak?” It’s the place I can go to write stuff that shouldn’t be aired in public. It’s what keeps me from being a Jerry Springer guest.
Do I depict my life as being all unicorns, rainbows and butterflies? No. I think I’m pretty straight-up about that. But there have been one or two incidents over this near year that I’ve been blogging that I’ve kept to myself. And now this.
Does that mean there’s nothing else to write about? No, I got plenty to write about. I could tell you how I managed to go through the first two kids’ baby and toddler clothes and purge, purge, purge with little crying. I could tell you about the all-day concert Saturday at a regional park, and how old the rockers looked – onstage and off. I could tell you about the joy I’m getting from reading my all-time favorite book to the eldest lad.
I have a new shirt. All you trendy folks have probably seen its saying everywhere before. I just saw it for the first time a month or so ago. It says, “Life is Good.” I think I’ll wear that today. There’s some babble I picked up in a psych class in college that said something to the effect that if you say something often enough, you can make your mind believe it, you can make it true in a sense.
Life is Good.